No matter how busy I may be, when I see a lonely basket of Damson plums at the market, I buy them without hesitation. Every year since then I’ve obsessively stalked the Farmers’ market, just waiting for the Damsons to make their brief appearance (usually sometime in late-August or September). Lucky for all of us though, my curiosity got the better of me, and the few pounds I brought home with me that day ultimately became my original Damson Plum Jam, still one of my favorites to this day. The first time I saw them (being the grape hater that I am) I almost ignored them completely.
These unremarkable looking little plums often get mistaken for mutant blueberries or weird grapes and overlooked entirely.
I’ve made my love for Damsons very well known.
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